Girl Unnoticed

Girl Unnoticed [8]

Eight

I paced around my room, biting my nails fervently while trying to think of a plan for tonight. Asking if I could go out with Rhys was out of the question since my mother would lock me up for the rest of eternity in my bedroom and my father would obediently follow her steps. The other option was to sneak out, hoping to be quiet enough so my mother wouldn’t hear me, and leave with Rhys then come back before my parents wake up.

My heavy thinking lasted three hours and I heard the garage door automatically open, meaning my parents were home. I put on my bathrobe and silently went down the stairs, remaining behind the wall so they wouldn’t see me. My mother came in first, heading straight to the kitchen and opening a cupboard, taking out an unopened wine bottle. My father followed behind her and they both sat around the kitchen island, opening the bottle and pouring its contents in two glasses. They only drank when they were either too exhausted or had a bad day, and it was probably worse and I made sure the latter happened today.

Time was quickly slipping by me and I had to act fast if I ever wanted to get out of the house. I watched as they drank three glasses of wine each, having to open a second bottle and get buzzed. Their light buzz was enough to have them retire to their bedroom and sleep it off before they had the worst of hangovers. I sighed and locked myself in my bedroom, being as quiet as possible as I changed into something comfortable. It would’ve been helpful if Rhys had told me where we were going but he always was the master of surprises in the short time I had met him.

After slipping on a pair of jeans and a black blouse with comfortable Chucks, I opened my balcony window and stepped out, trying to see if he had arrived. I saw his red motorbike stop in front of my house, him wearing black jeans and a black shirt. He took off his helmet and came to stand below my window, staring up at me with a mischievous grin.

“Are you waiting for an invitation to come down here or what?” he asked in a hushed voice.

I shook my head and crossed my arms. “Where are you taking me? I’m putting my butt on the line for you, the least you could do is tell me where we’re going.”

“Trust me you’ll like it and it will be worth it,” he replied.

Sighing I nodded and closed the window behind me. Taking hold of the railing with both hands as I swung one leg over to the other side. Going out the front door would lead to me being caught; my mother had the hearing of a bat when she heard the door being opened. I swung my other leg over and only the tips of my feet were inside the balcony while my hands supported my whole weight.

“Are you going to help me or stay looking there?” I asked, looking down at him.

He moved closer to me and extended his hands but they couldn’t reach me. “You’re going to have to jump.”

Closing my eyes, I let out a breath and slowly let go of the balustrade, hoping that he would catch me before I hit the ground painfully. I felt one of his hands circle behind my back and the other under my knees. He raised his brows once he noticed that I was holding myself like a small ball in his arms and shaking a bit.

“You okay?” he asked.

I just nodded and let my feet fall to the ground. He jumped on the motorbike first and I followed after, holding myself against his back and grabbing him tightly by the waist. The whole ride I was wondering where he was taking me and why he hadn’t brought his black Ducati with him. He never rode the motorbike at school or the few times I had to ride with him. We kept on going for over an hour, the streets turning dimmer and narrower.

We reached a closed off park with a fence that wrapped around it and chained shut. He stopped in front of them, pulling the black visor of his helmet up as he took out his phone from his pocket. He typed a quick message and buried the phone back in his pocket. A large, beefy guy walked up to the fence and opened the chain, letting us go through and locked the fence behind us. The ground didn’t have a speck of grass; just dirt and trees surrounded it, covering the view from outside spectators. In the distance I could hear the roaring of bike engines and people shouting and cheering.